As much as I love Jiu-Jitsu, I don’t always like it. Basically for the same reason I don’t always like my husband: because I can’t control either one of them! I’ll admit I’m a control freak, so if grappling would just always go the way I wanted, and my husband would always do everything I say, it would cause me a lot less stress! Of course if they did, I probably would’ve gotten bored with both of them a long time ago.
I can’t always control what’s happening to me in BJJ, but it’s easier to deal with when I’m able to control how I handle it. That’s probably part of the reason why grappling with my husband frustrates me so much. When we roll, I feel like I almost never have control…of him or myself. I don’t have this problem when I roll with anyone else (no matter how badly they’re beating me!), so I think it might be because, due to our twenty-two year relationship, I am less able (or less apt) to control my emotions when I grapple with my husband.
Yesterday’s Ethridge Jiu-Jitsu class was the first time I’ve really been able to train since getting bruised at the tournament last weekend, and I was a bit of a bitch to Joe during class, because I was feeling overwhelmed. We did full-resistance grappling, in short time spans, starting from neutral positions, with the only goal being to submit. Naturally that required aggression, and I felt like I just couldn’t keep up with him. After I complained and moaned (and said “Ow, my tailbone!” a few times), Joe kindly dialed it back a notch.
And that is how you control your husband! I’m just joking, Joe still kicked my ass plenty after he slowed down! Although come to think of it, he only submitted me once (even before I asked him to take it easy on me). However, he was still the one in control the entire time…especially when he called the omoplata an “oompa-plata”, because I was laughing uncontrollably!
“Oompa Loompa, do-ba-da-dee, if you are wise you’ll listen to me…”